Tangentially Poetic - Reflections
Little boats, little boats of paper, So quaint they are. Oh the joy floating around in water, Little ripples so far. Little smiles, little games of a child, So childish they are, To dream in a paper boat and far, And forget storms are.
And so it were, Whilst I lay counting the grains in sand, The surf kept passing me by. It kept telling me stories, But the sand was grainy, ...
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